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Abeille Oct 2013
Stop.
Shooting.
Cupid's arrows
From the corners
Of
Your
Eyes
Abeille Aug 2015
Half-drunk bottle of tequila
Smoking inside
Feeding cats
"I am real and you are not"
Abeille Sep 2013
I'll wait until dark
to buy myself a bottle
please, night, come quickly
Abeille Sep 2013
my hands find solace
tapping out the syllables
everything is verse
Abeille Oct 2013
I woke in a haze
I noticed how strange you were
No more gin for me

That evening I tried
To act like I didn't mind
We watched a movie

BUT

I hardly know you
I can't be your ******* friend
I hate what happened

You surely recall,
Better than I, what we did
And that’s just not fair

Just leave me alone
Q
Abeille Feb 2019
Q
On the subway
a woman with leather boots and a designer bag leaned forward in her seat and spit right onto the floor.
The woman across from me looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Really?” she mouthed.
The rear door slid open and a tall man walked into the car, his face badly scarred. Creamy-pink-and-tan marbled skin. He wore sunglasses. He didn’t have a nose or fingers. He carried a laminated news article in the crook of his arm. The headline explained, shouted to us, that he was the victim of an acid attack.
“They ruined my life. Money, please.”
“They ruined my life. Money, please.”
“They ruined my life. Money, please.”
Only the spitter and I gave him cash.
The spitter and I only gave him cash.
Abeille Nov 2013
It's chilly/overcast
the street is empty: wednesday 215pm
everyone is at school or at work
This is when I thrive.

No worrying what each car is thinking of me as they drive by
the urge to check the backs of my shoes in case I've stepped in something is diminished.
"Whatismyhairdoingarethesepantstootight? These pants are too tight.
Hide your cigarette so they won't see. Am i walking in a straight line?
Should i be on this side of the road or the other
There's no sidewalk I don't know.

Someone I know
Someone I ******
Will inevitably drive by
Pity me
'That's her isn't it? Why is she walking by herself in the cold?
She doesn't have a car? Pathetic. She can afford to buy
cigarettes at ten bucks a pack? Irresponsible.'"
Head held high walking down an empty street
Useless.

I feel the heat still radiating from newly-parked cars
Small and fleeting moments of relief
Akin to meeting eyes with an attractive stranger on the street
Making whatever this is
Easier to bear
not sure about this one. not much of a poem but i felt obligated to post it seeing as been so long and also it's the most i've been able to wring-out  for the last week or so. written while sitting across from a stinky cat lady. her paintings were nice.
Abeille Sep 2013
I hear an opera
Somebody is home upstairs
Let's drown them out with a shower.
Turn the jazz up high
as I
We
Will dance: slowly, sleepily
Naked in the mirror
Until the water gets hot enough
Abeille Sep 2013
i found out about her in june
"he's been living with me for 3 weeks" she said
"he helps me take care of my son"
i kick over the trash can
its fetid and forgotten contents
now spread across our home
Abeille Oct 2013
drink like bukowski
write like ****
start a new job thursday
i guess this is it
Abeille Oct 2013
on days when the sky is cold, crisp, blue
a tangible reflection, almost solid-
i wish i could take a bite out of it
i'd jump using the last, innocuous, dying breath of summer to propel me and then
sink my teeth into
the frozen blueberry atmosphere
it could travel through every part of me
making me feel safe, clean, comfortable
not quite warm and not at all cold
how the trees must feel now
afterward i'd want to slowly descend like their leaves
cradled by amber air
until eventually landing softly
into an inky night
ugh, i have no idea. i'm trying too hard to make up for this lull in creativity.
Abeille Dec 2013
It's been way too long
I get lost in December
Gotta get up soon
Abeille Nov 2013
no feelings that i have tampered with
have rendered me so stark and airless
don't shrink like me just let us begin
by sharing different sensations:
adding air to blue and
begged-for kisses
wip.

                        "...blue and
                       begging lips" ?
Abeille Sep 2013
Spending so much time  alone.
I hope this is constructive.
Abeille Feb 2014
you may be kind of strange
i've been meaning to confess
from modern takes on elegance
you usually digress
your words are sometimes muddled
rather jumbled and askew
i know, these sound like grievances,
but they're reasons i love you!
your silliness is incomparable
your wit can not be beat
and trust i'll never treat you
like you're just a piece of meat
i hope my words aren't shocking
some leeway you must give
to a gal who just can't fathom
how without you she would live!
so keep up your nutty antics
my dear they are divine
and know that im delighted
to call you my valentine!
wrote this for a friend while waiting for a train on the 14th. it's pretty cliche but i had fun writing it, hope you have fun reading it
Abeille Jun 2014
I bask in the silky, blue-gray Alaskan light which blankets my mother's bedroom
at 3am
while, from the cat's fur ,
Static sparks
each time my hand runs down his sleek back and
cool campfire air drifts in through the open window where
Mosquitos are clinging to the screen
Abeille Oct 2013
What, tell me,
is this lead in my brain?
When was it placed there?
Why have I abstained
from those nonsensical stories
I wrote as a kid?
Little mind unscathed,
silly thoughts untampered with.
I was such a quick thinker,
the reel never quit
What happened to the cheeky me
full of bravery and wit?
Now this heart's always pounding,
mind full of wanton dread
I suppose I'll start by peeling
Let's say off with my head!
Layer by layer
hold fast in its stead
One thought at a time now,
'til I'm back from the dead

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